nedjelja, 25.02.2007.
mali bezvezni popis
razmišljala sam nešto ovih dana o koncertima koje sam posjetila u svojoj kratkoj karijeri postjetiteljice koncerata. u biti, nije moja karijera toliko kratka koliko san ja odrastala u gradu u kojem su koncerti česti ko i pošteni političari.
al uglavnom...postoje kocerti koje mogu izdvojiti. kao meni najbolje, one koji se pamte.
i tu ću sad stvoriti popisić. mali popisić zbog gore navedenih razloga.
top 3.
tri je baš neka dobra brojka.
dakle, top tri koncerta koje je maala pohodila:
1. FRANZ FERDINAND - 4.6.2006.
za taj sam koncert živila od početka godine. i šta reći o koncertu za koji sam živila pola godine, osim da je vridilo živit :D
taj dan sam pisala ispit, nespavanje cilu noć koje se proteglo i na cili dan, pijenje piva od 5, sunce, zelenilo šalate, zajebancija, pišanje ispod skala pet minuta prije početka koncerta...
doživljaj nije mogao pokvariti niti incident koji je umalo završio fizičkim obračunom s muškim čangrizalom ispred mene, štoviše, možda ga je čak i pojačao.
imala sam stav - ne bu mene niko jebal, ja sam na koncertu od franzića i stoga odjebi!!!
a taj stav živcira...al nisam se dala.
Some say you're trouble, boy
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
And the Kunst won't talk to you
Because you kissed St Rollox Adieu
Because you robbed a supermarket or two
Well, who gives a damn about the prophets of Tesco?
Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
Turn the rich into wine
Walk on the mean
For the fallen walk among us
Walk among us
Never judge us
Yeah we're all...
Up now and get 'em, boy
Up now and get 'em, boy
Drink to the devil and death at the doctors
2. PIPS, CHIPS & VIDEOCLIPS - 17.2.2007.
to je bija jedan od onih dana kad je baš sve nekako super. čak i buđenje u devet i jutro uz kavu i neku pozitivnu nervozu u kući.
popodne je počelo uz drage ljude, puno puno smijanja, pa visinske pripreme...zagreb pod nogama.
a onda...emotiva...što zbog pipsa, što zbog nekih drugih stvari.
ta dva - tri sata sve oko mene je prestalo postojati.
i ne daj, ne daj mi
nikad
da se nekažnjen izvučem
i grohotom cerekam
od svih svojih grijeha
jer ne vjerujem u to što pričam
već dugo riječi koje govorim
samo su buka
sve uzeo sam
sve ukrao sam
i sad
možda je vrijeme da si priznaš
na svijetu nema ničeg
osim ovaj čas
ma da
stvarno je pravo vrijeme
shvati da je bitan samo
san, ma koliko ti značilo
i ako si slab
budi slab
raskrili ruke
sakrij se u šumu
u najdublji hlad
to ti je ko 2x2
3. ĐORĐE BALAŠEVIĆ - 14.12.2002.
moj prvi "veliki" koncert...na koji zamalo nisam otišla zbog kroničnog neslaganja s matematikom.
al probleme sam ipak riješila i stigla. u veliki, privlačni sniježni zagreb.
cili vikend je bija preprejeben za jednu 16ogodišnjakinju...mada mi ni sa 20 ne bi doživljaj bija lošiji.
dugi dugi koncert s puno puno ljudi...
ridala sam na život je more ljubeći prezgodnog studenta i to je službeno bija prvi ulet koji sam doživila.
i baš je bilo dobro...
Rekli su mi da je došla iz provincije,
Strpavši u kofer snove i ambicije...
Drug je studirao sa Njom...
Pa smo se najzad sreli Ona i ja.
Shvatih... Bože...
Ovo je sazvežđe za Nju Provincija?
eto...bila je još gomila "malih" i malo većih koncerata i uglavnom su bili dobri i zabavni. ali i nepamtljivi, po ničemu posebni, samo malo bolje isplanirani izlasci.
za razliku od ovih.
franzi više ne sviraju, na balaševića tko zna kad ću opet, a i taj film je malo popustio, a pipse čekam ponovo...da se nadmaše.
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And maybe you're the Circle Line girl, trying so hard not to let on you know I'm looking at the way your toes poke out through your sandals, at funny angles to your feet, and how you know it turns me on
Or maybe you're the Spanish girl, playing with your hair as you wait for your friend in that wild octagon of mirrors the Tate calls a coffee shop ..... And I can smell that hair from here, and I can see from eight different angles the way your nipples look through that thin black cotton top, reflected to infinity ..... And oh God it's places like that and purple-tipped prose like this, that's going to haemorrhage me girl .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
Or maybe you're the bay window girl in Wandsworth Town, in ripped jeans and open venetians, painting the difficult corner of an empty room white under a naked bulb, leaning across the bar at the top of your stepladder at the precise moment I'm passing on the steep street at the bottom of your garden in the gathering night ..... voyeur's delight
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
Or maybe you're the foundation painter at the Central School, looking so fine-boned I could carry you home in your portfolio case, laced up gently so you won't cry out on the bus and give the game away, tied up lightly, because girl, how could I knowingly injure someone with your perfect lips and wrists, your exquisite structure ..... Oh little acrylic painter, I can kiss eggshells, I can be ginger, all the critics say I'm such a sensitive singer .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
And maybe you're listening to my voice now, on your Walkman or your bedsit Dansette, letting my songs slip into you on this quiet night in with your pads of doodles and your fingers full of pencils and low tar cigarettes ..... And the music's light and pleasant so you hardly notice what I'm singing about in 'Paper Wraps Rock' and 'Murderers, the Hope of Women', my voice is just a sound that pleases you, that enters you and leaves you just the same, and that's how I want it to stay, because, you know .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
But some of those were bitter records, records which accuse women, girls like you, of using your attractiveness wantonly and wilfully to trap and to paralyse men who wanted you and could never have you, men who sometimes felt the perverse urge to trash the women they desired the most, men who imagined they despised all those immaculate visions ..... what adolescent crap, what kind of idiot would sing that? Oh, not me because, you know .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
But sometimes I think that every man who writes, every man who paints or composes, deep soul or symphonies, it makes no difference, all those men are only making do with substitutes: Solomon, Confucius, Franz Kafka, they'd never have done it if they'd been as beautiful as you, sitting cross-legged there with gentle music lapping around a promise, there where your thighs meet, of fertility a million artists couldn't compete with
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
And all the time I see you there in the eye of my mind, and all that cheap macho stuff about de Sade and misogyny vanishes into thin air and I'm moved to tears just like any other sucker who's been bruised by all the things that weren't to be, and yet who's ready to fall down on his knees in front of a woman and say "Whatever you may do, whatever you may be to me, despite the times we disagree, your ridiculous ambitions, your conventional inhibitions, I want you to know that I respect you, I accept you and I want you to accept me, I want to kiss you, kiss your stockinged knee, accept the uniquely soft flesh on the undersides of your hips"
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
glupe, besmislene i nadasve komične svakodnevne izjave...da niste ni svjesni koliko su glupe
1. pribit ću te ko vola u kupusu (???)
2.ubiti oko (livo ili desno?)
3.najebat ko žuti (kako to žuti, pobogu, najebaje?)
4.ritko na plitko
5. ...puca pogled
6. obukla si se u široke gaće
7. raspojasa si se
8. jadna ti maništra
9. pijan ko majka
10. prodavat muda pod bubrige
11. s koljena na koljeno
12. na licu mjesta
13. nisan ja veslo cica
14. na sto muka
15. na po uha
16. aj ti tuda
17. baš si neka (kakva?)
18. idi doma gazit zelje
19. za babino brašno
20. ni vrit ni mimo
)